Saga Of The European King

For three days, the King and his company marched through Europe. The King knew all about marching. It was one of the things that General Majesty had taught him as a boy. Everyone marched really well with the King in charge. He was proud of them. At night, the King would amaze everyone with his coin tricks.

They passed by the town where the King had spent his teenage years, and he ordered his guys to spend the night in the town. All of the inns were filled up with the King’s soldiers, so a lot of them had to sleep on the townspeople’s couches. It was cool, though, because the King personally asked them if it would be okay with them.

The King had come to the town for a very particular reason. He went to a little house with a big garden with a swing in it. He walked slowly, because the memories were heavy. He knocked on the door and was greeted by a beautiful lady who was very attracted to him.
“You came back!” she said. “Have you stopped being King and want to live with me now?” But the King just shook his head and gave her some flowers. They were the finest flowers in the world, and she knew it. They were magic so that they would never die, and anyone who looked at them would be so happy with them and life in general, because the flowers were Hope. The beautiful lady cried then, and the King held her and he cried too, because he was in touch with his feelings. He ran his wooden fingers through the beautiful lady’s hair, and it felt nice to her. This led to a scalp massage, because the King was the best scalp masseur in the Kingdom. He had taught himself on a melon. Melons were rare in Medieval Europe, so this was a big deal.

After the scalp massage, he told the beautiful lady that he was on his way to kill Winter with a quarter of his army and his adventuring friends. She understood, but she looked up at him and asked, “If you kill Winter, won’t there be malaria and crocodiles and killer bees? Surely Europe would be defeated by its victory over Winter?”
The King laughed. It was a rich and throaty laugh, and all that heard it were happy.
“No.” He said. “That won’t happen.” She understood.

She led him through to the stables. There, right where the King had left him, was his childhood friend, Gappy the reindeer. He was a magic reindeer. There was no limit to the amount of people who could ride on him. He whinnied and snorted in glee when the King approached, because it had been a long time. The King laughed in delight, and everyone who heard him was happy. The King gave him a carrot, which he liked.

In the morning, the King saddled Gappy up, and everyone rode out of town on his back. The beautiful lady went back to waiting for the King to come back. She didn’t even have a job.

End Of Chapter 6